Demon meets Beast (P)

Akira had figured it was about time to speak with their village's guest considering all the commotion it had been causing. It hadn't been harming anything, simply making the people nervous with its presence. Perhaps, she would be able to understand her a bit better, so she could calm her people. She had known for some time that her people couldn't simply accept an individual if their appearance was threatening or terrifying to behold. She had known from experience, from the pain, from the feeling, yet she had hopefully persuaded the elders from any rising suspicion, at least for the time being. At this point in time, there was only one thing that Akira could do to continue to protect this creature. She needed direct confrontation and verbal agreement that this creature was no threat to her village or people. Now, she just hoped she was correct in assuming this creature would be kind.

Akira would find herself entering the training grounds, where the large creature was just the perfect size to fit into. "Excuse me!" the demoness would call loudly to the feline, "Do you mind if I enter? I'd like to speak to you!" Turquoise eyes would wander up to the feline's own unmatching ones hoping for her trust.

The woman would smile at the beast upon hearing the ever so true words of the beast. Sure, Akira could enter at her own will and authority for this place was hers, however her morals overthrew her role as owner of this village. "Yes, certainly I can. Nonetheless, even my guests need their own privacy to some extent. I can't simply deny them of their living right now can I? And I'm certainly no tyrant." The turquoise eyed woman would find herself sitting down upon a broken pillar made completely of sandstone. Those shinobi of hers sure did train their hardest, perhaps she would see what else they could use in this place, however, now was not the time. Akira would beam as she became highly excited to speak with this feline face to face.

"I would like to begin with saying that I've read so much history about you. You are the flaming feline.. by the name of Matatabi? Is this correct? I definitely wouldn't want to get a being's name wrong. That'd just be plain disrespectful." Akira would look to the feline suddenly realizing she was beginning to ramble before blushing. She would recover her posture before clearing her throat, "Forgive me.
I'll skip to the point. I simply wish to know how you came to my village and why. My people seem to be frightened because when you came you were certainly the largest threat they had ever seen considering you were so close to our home. They were confused and wondering why you were seeming so vicious. However, to me, you seemed more frightened than anything. Did that girl do something to you?" Akira would remember the small, red head she had taken the life from. Her heart began to beat hard and her chest began to feel sharp with pain. She was so saddened that such a small girl had been corrupted so horribly and taken so early by her own hand.

"A-A virus?" A puzzled expression would loom over the demoness' face as the large feline told her story. A virus capable of bringing harm and disorientation to such an enormous being was a virus that Akira wondered why it had been kept a secret. Why did Shini not warn her of such a danger? This danger had come all the way to the front gates of her very family filling a rage within her vessel that wouldn't calm until she confronted her ally. The woman would shove the thought into the back of her mind for now, until the problem at hand was taken care of. Her people had fended off the threat and saved this cat's life leaving Akira with a surprised expression.

Matatabi had voiced her plea to the woman saying she did not care what had become of her, but she seemed to stress that her power had a much more sensitive topic in the feline's mind. The demon would blink for a while as she mulled over the words and the fact that she had been chosen to be the host for this Bijuu. After a moment, the mother would smile, "I promise, you will not regret your decision. With your power I plan to protect... my people, my allys, and you. Together we will learn much of this world." Turquoise eyes would fall upon the feline's odd ones.

Akira would watch as the feline's claw emitted black lines of sorts; nonetheless, the demon was not afraid for many circumstances. First, she was obviously a demon meaning that no matter what happened her soul would always be able to return to any world that it was drawn. Second, this feline ad indeed earned her trust leaving her with no doubt in her mind about Matatabi's intentions. Last, Akira had nothing else to lose in this situation. Certainly, Akira's children barely knew her, so they would not skip a beat knowing that her soul had left this plain of existence. Her husband had left her for some reason she couldn't even begin to fathom to question for it was simply a waste of her sorrows. He hadn't returned to her but once, only to disappear again. He hadn't sent her any signal or sign of his whereabouts. He left her to fend for herself with her own village, plus Wonderland. If anything, Akira was begin to grow more angry at the thought, but that small twinge of pain in her heart continued to stay. Alas, there was no point dwelling on her saddened life now. Akira needed to look toward a future where everyone would know her name, where everyone would fear her name, where everyone would learn to respect her heart, a future where... no. That's not what she wanted. Akira just wanted to be happy. She just wanted to be loved. She just wanted to be safe.

Akira would nod her head in disagreement as the feline asked her if she had any other questions. The lines upon the ground were curious, but Akira could only guess what they had been placed there for. Nothing interested her in this moment. She was more nervous than anything. She needed a new vessel for hers was becoming corrupted by her darkened soul. This one had darkened quicker than the others perhaps her soul was changing. Perhaps, the corpse had simply been too weak. No matter, Akira had vessels lined up for her taking. She didn't like to, but it was essential for the safety of everyone around her. Perhaps, with the help of Matatabi's power, Akira wouldn't need to change again. "I promise.. I will protect.." the woman would whisper as she closed her eyes
to breathe as she awaited the dear bijuu to make her move.